Quotes About Hopelessness

The world had become an arctic prison from which no escape was possible, all its creatures trapped as securely as were the trees, already lifeless inside their deadly resplendent armour.

Though they washed her with wineand rubbed her with butterit was to no avail.She lay as still as a gold piece.

If one has no steady belief and foundation to one's life, it is all hopelessness and tears,

Many nights, I would begin the evening fueled by caffeine and nicotine, which I needed to propel me out of torpor and hopelessness - only to overshoot into quaking, quivering anxiety.

People don't believe or understand that a community can lose hope. You can have a whole community where hopelessness is the norm, where folks don't have faith that things will get better because history and circumstances have proven over 30, 40, or 50 years that things don't get better.

J'ai eu l'impression que la terre entière m'avait abandonnée. [...] J'ai tourné la tête et je me suis mise à pleurer. [...] De toute façon, je pense que tout est horrible. [...] J'ai été partout, j'ai tout fait, j'ai tout vu.

One gal drank a can of floor wax and topped it off with a cup of Clorox, trying to separate herself from the same world he was in.

Não aspiro a nada. Dói-me a vida. Estou mal onde estou e já mal onde penso em poder estar.

É tão magno o tédio, tão soberano o horror de estar vivo, que não concebo que coisa haja que pudesse servir de lenitivo, de antídoto, de bálsamo ou esquecimento para ele. Dormir horroriza-me como tudo. Morrer horroriza-me como tudo. Ir e parar são a mesma coisa impossível. Esperar e descrer equivalem-se em frio e cinza. Sou uma prateleira de frascos vazios.

A happy past in whose remembrance I would also be happy, with nothing in the present that would cheer or even interest me, with no dream or possibility of a future that could be any different from this present or have a past other than this past! – here lies my life, a conscious ghost of a paradise I never knew, a stillborn corpse of my unrealized hopes.

For everything that exists I feel a visual affection, an intellectual fondness – nothing in the heart. I have faith in nothing, hope in nothing, charity for nothing. I feel only horror and nausea for the sincere souls of all sincerities and the mystics of all mysticisms, or rather, for the sincerities of all sincere souls and the mysticisms of all mystics.

The tragic futility of life.

The lights drifted farther away the faster he ran and his feet moved numbly as if they carried him nowhere. The tide of darkness seemed to sweep him back to her, postponing from moment to moment his entry into the world of guilt and sorr.

No. No. It couldn't be any baby. She was not going to have something waiting in her to make her deader, she was not.

There are few things more dreadful than dealing with a man who knows he is going under, in his own eyes, and in the eyes of others. Nothing can help that man. What is left of that man flees from what is left of human attention.

One does not set fire to a world which is already lost.

Death became a desired option. I hoped I would hit a mine or run into an ambush and just end it all. I think some part of me wanted to join the legions of the dead, whom I had failed.

A people whose souls are so little tuned to joy.

Again, as a gay man I look at that and say there's a hopelessness that surrounds it, but as a human being I look at it and say 'Why? Where's this disparity coming from, and why can't we as a culture and society dig deeper to examine that?' We're terrified of facing ourselves.

I came of age during AIDS and the terror of that and the sadness and the death and the overwhelming despair.

India lived in hopelessness, as the government was not responsive. It did not know what the poor needed. There was complete policy paralysis. Corruption was rampant, and terrorists used to play havoc in the country.

That is to say, things have a way of getting worse and worse all the time, until in the end they get so bad that we lack even the means of knowing how bad they really are.

It's like the end of the day where you feel nothing has been achieved and you're in a hurry to get the day over with so you can start the next one. You tell yourself you're going to do lots of positive things. But the next day is just like the one before. Sometimes it goes on for weeks.

Quiénes van a hacer la revolución social, sino los estafadores, los desdichados, los asesinos, los fraudulentos, toda la canalla que sufre abajo sin esperanza alguna? ¿O te crees que la revolución la van a hacer los cagatintas y los tenderos?